Oprah & Play Doh

Okay, so I'm sticking to my resolution to blog everyday, or at the very least trying to, but I can't think of anything to write about.  My day was largely uneventful. I did a little cleaning.  One load of laundry.  I got groceries.  Did some work and attended a fundraising meeting.  Blah. Boring. Blah.  I did make a huge effort and wore jeans to the meeting.  Then came home a whole hour later and slipped right into my pajama pants.  I'm nothing if not high maintenance.  I haven't worn make-up since Saturday when work necessitated it.  No I'm not a streetwalker or stripper.  Work didn't actually request I wear make-up, I just feel a little less like Rosie O'Donnell with it on.  I am wearing my glasses which people assure me look fine but I feel about 70% less confident/attractive in but my contacts are bugging me again so I have no choice. Hair in sloppy ponytail...wait, is that Vogue calling?

I am taking part in an on-line seminar at 9 p.m. in regards to my hawking of the jewellery.  It's referred to as a 'Webinar' but when I say that I feel like a giant douche bag.  Douche bag makes me think of Chelsea Handler and Jo Koy and my immense gratitude to the TV Gods who saw it fit to make E! available on my cable service again. Chelsea, Chuy and the gang are all back every night at 10 p.m.  If you haven't watched Chelsea Lately, please do.  Even if it's only to earn back my respect for a moment.  If you have watched it and find it crass or un-funny.  Fuck off.

My boys are going to daycare tomorrow to provide me with a day of uninterrupted working time.  This should be great.  I always feel like a million bucks by the end of the day.  Number one, I accomplish things.  I accomplish things without interruption to "wipe off (some body's)bum".  I complete tasks without having to stop to get the Wii to work.  I listen to music and not Toy Story 3 or Diary of a "Wumpy" (that's how my three year old pronounces it) Kid" for the umpteenth time.  Nor do I have to play Play Doh.  To be honest though, I like the Play Doh part.  Those assholes make a lot of money off that shit though and it's shoddy at best.  I mean the actual Play Doh is good and smells good (don't judge me) and all that jazz but I'm telling you right now, the ice cream maker contraption does not work like it suggests it will on the front of the box.  Nor does the sprinkle maker.  Do they even try this shit out?  And if they do, can someone hook me up with a job there?  How sweet of a job would that be?  Playing with Play Doh every day?  I wonder how much they get paid and if they'll let you work from home...

Yeah, so um anyway, this might be a good place to stop.  At the very least, my resolution is holding on and it's the 10th already!  Eat your heart out Oprah!  (Oprah likely resolved to be more grateful and aware and rich this year and to dispel the lesbian rumours).  I don't think she's a lesbian at all and am even more confused why people would be so alarmed if it was...

Okay, yeah, so stopping here instead.

Happy New Year

Okay, so I'm not big on resolutions but given that 2010 sucked, a lot, in a variety of ways, I've decided to make 2011 better any way that I can.  And just how am I going to do this?  Well first of all, I'm going to get back to blogging on a daily basis! Starting today.  I know, I know, resolutions are supposed to start on the first but given it felt like a creature from a Stephen King novel had burrowed itself into my brain and I vomited like it was 1999 on the first?  I was in no shape to blog.  Then on the second I felt so good not being hungover that I tackled a number of household duties and prepared for my mother's visit the next day.

Which leads me to resolution number 2: quit procrastinating!!!

What I was preparing,on January 2nd, for my mother's visit, was her and her husband's gift.  Yes.  I'm aware that is late.  However I knew I wouldn't seen them until after Christmas so I left it.  Longer than I should have.  I leave everything longer than I should.  And then when I finish whatever it is I left, I feel so good.  You'd think I'd learn but much like hangovers, I'm not a real quick learner of the whole action and consequence thing.  Slow slow learner, in fact.

So there it is, blogging and no more procrastination.  Of course I have plans to return to the gym too.  Who doesn't?  Given that I was blessed with PMS during the yuletide season I'm sure my intestines are currently coated in chocolate and the Type 2 Diabetes fairy is chuckling with glee at my future of finger pricks (as opposed to the kind I'm used to dealing with, heh heh) and sugar spikes and drops.

As luck would have it though I purchased a lovely new pair of elastic waisted pants just prior to Christmas and they are divine.  I'm wearing them right now.  And just to the left of me is a small-ish pile of wrappers from some after dinner chocolates I was enjoying.  Again, reference the slow learner paragraph above.

So tomorrow it is off to book my son's birthday party, drop off some donations and tackle some work projects and laundry.  And with any luck at all?  No one in this house is on short supply of clean underwear because who am I kidding?!

Happy New Year!